"Come here and get your shoes on, Jewel."

"My best ones," returned the child.

"Oh, yes, the best of everything," said Mrs. Forbes good-humoredly; and
indeed, when Jewel was arrayed, she viewed herself in the mirror with
satisfaction.

Zeke presented himself soon, fine in a new summer suit and hat, and Mrs.
Forbes watched the pair as they walked down the driveway.

"Now, I can't let the grass grow under my feet," she muttered. "I expected
to have till to-morrow night to get all the things done that Mr. Evringham
told me to, but I guess I can get through."

Jewel and Zeke had ample time for the train. Indeed, the little girl's
patience was somewhat tried before the big headlight came in view. She
could not do such injustice to her silk dress and daisy-wreathed leghorn
hat as to hop and skip, so she stood demurely with Zeke on the station
platform, and as they waited he regarded her happy expectant face.

"Remember the day you got here, kid?" he asked.

"Yes. Isn't it a long time since you came and met me with Dick, and he just
whirled us home!"

"Sure it is. And now you're glad to be leaving us."

"I am not, Zeke!"